Capítulo 45: Book 1 : Chapter 45 It's Good To Be Different

November 3rd

And so we ran. The ground was beginning to get less flat which I hoped was a hint that we were at least going in the right direction. Milly was beginning to get tired so we had to slow down a bit as the ground got less and less even.

Fortunately, the two men from the clearing had not seen us and didn't appear to be following, but we kept going all the same - it wouldn't be long till the war began to catch up with us.

"My legs hurt," Milly said after about forty minutes, we had only moved about ten miles which meant we had a long way to go before we reached safety.

"Only a little bit further now," I lied.

"Can we have a rest?"

"When we get there," I said, readjusting my grip on her hand.

Running through an unmanaged forest is one thing, pulling along a ten-year-old child whilst trying to escape a ruthless war is another level of hard work.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Somewhere safe," I replied. "We have to keep going, Milly."

"Are my brothers there?"